"What's the catch?" Arialla echoed.
She hadn't planned to be here today, hadn't planned to encounter Ascended whose presence made her literally queasy; she'd just been coming to the market. But perhaps the gods had placed her in their path, because no one else seemed about to step forward and counter the Ascended's argument, and someone ought to. Someone ought to make sure that the people to whom Wessex appealed fully understood what they were getting into.
So Arialla found her own empty stall and climbed onto it, despite the merchant next door's attempts to shoo her away. She needed the height if anyone was going to actually spot her in the crowd. Also, she didn't like the idea of getting too close to Wessex or any other Ascended.
"It's a lovely offer," Arialla conceded, then paused. Life as a priestess had given her a certain sense for the dramatic, so she let silence fall before she continued: "If you don't mind becoming a monster -- forfeiting your immortal soul! Those who choose the Voice over the Old Gods will never see their families in Mort's realm; they will spend eternity as her playthings."
She had more points to make, but for the moment she simply glared at Wessex, waiting for the Wraith's counter.
please don't take my sunshine away
